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The smell of gasoline
A touch of a cheek
from a breathing man.
Falling down where only
the flowers can hold me up.
Singing to my own deafness.
A poke by a cleaver stud.
All things of which I roll over
in bed for.
All things gold. Paved, shaved.
Not a cloud in my eye.
A clot in my dye.
Not a hair on my leg.
A pigeon’s laid egg.
I’ve found life on the side of the street.
What a swell day.
